Another Day

I live in Kuwait now. I love it! I love every second of it! I love the non-stop outings, the adventures, the thrill of walking down the street and counting how many times we get hit on, and how many cars follow us. The thing about Kuwait is that no matter how many times I wash my hair, the omnipresent smell of cigarettes and shisha is.... omnipresent. It gets me in trouble because people are forced to believe that I'm a smoker. Me. Me? Me! HA!

I'm starting university soon, and I have mixed feelings welling inside of me. I'm anxious, of course, and worried, but at the same time I'm excited and confident. See? Mixed feelings. My first class is math 103 at 1:00-1:50 PM. And that's it for the day. My courses include English 103 and 108, Political Science 101, Drama 102, Math 103, and Education 101. I'm also hoping to find a job because I much prefer to spend my own money so that the guilt of driving my father to the poorhouse is not on my shoulders. I won't be able to push it off onto my brother, either, because he works at McDonalds. HA! But no, a job is a job is a job. I want a fun one, though. It's okay to enjoy a job, right? Of course. And it's okay to make bundles of money for doing something you enjoy, right? Of course. What I'm getting at is.... I want a teaching job! It doesn't have to be something professional (I'm 16, I don't expect anything glamorous), but I don't want to be a bathroom janitor at Marina Mall, for example. A waitress at Maki is...acceptable.

Speaking of Maki, my cousin Dina expects me to meet her there by sunset to break our brooding fast and get rid of this almost electrical smell of our mouths.

Last night, not only were Dina and I playing Blackjack in Ramadan (sans gambling, of course), but we were cheating at Blackjack in Ramadan. Isn't that Kureiji?